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Chours:
1 o&#39;clock, 2 o&#39;clock, 3 o&#39;clock rock
to the beat that i drop when i flip my hip-hop
put this in yo&#39; collection
fresh wes without a rhyme is like certs without the retsyn
i&#39;m coming straight out of canada
far from an amateur
lt&#39;s my dj, flex is my manager
i flow so nice so they&#39;re calling me the maestro
just pass the microphone
fuck the light show
real rap is in effect
and i&#39;m out to get wrecked on the mic-mec
when i make a mic-check
not on the sloppy tip
i&#39;m harder than a hockey stick
exciting niggas like italian&#39;s in a rocky flick
adrian
watch me flow slow or flow fast
i&#39;ll even make a Español-Castellano brother say no mass
i&#39;m wrecking you, disconecting you, disrespecting you
hold your smoking ass cheap shit, it&#39;ll eventually catch up to you
i can make the phony retire, tendoroni perspire
she&#39;s on my back like my name&#39;s jacobey and myer,
(what&#39;s your name?)
it&#39;s fresh-wes with the sweeter beats
i make you smile like the brother on the red box of cream of wheat
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i got more rhymes than brits in a cathedral
my cerebral is lethal
nobody&#39;s equal, my people
wanna hear a funky new style so get with it
no dibby-dibby-dibby mc&#39;s are permitted
i&#39;m wrecking it good
(what else)
collecting, injecting, and checking it good
(where?)
lake edna or your neck of the woods
i&#39;m getting more blow than chuck mangeony
not a phony
but joanie wanted me for holy matrimony
girls like my flavor cause i jam harder
let&#39;s have a nice quiet date
you, me, and my camcorder
it&#39;s like a power-burst, i&#39;m more than just an hours worth
i get down and dirty, but uh honey
take a shower first
you can&#39;t tell me that the bro&#39;s soft,
i do the cabbage patch, butterfly, and boggle with my clothes off
but that&#39;s a different chapter
i&#39;ve even got more rhymes than there&#39;s groupies of jack the rapper,
on the microphone i slice you and make you say
(i knew his rhymes was phat, but his beats are kind of nice too)
now is the apocolypse
mc&#39;s are clocking this
they say they got skills but all i&#39;m seeing is a flock of lips
acapella, or over a drum track
i&#39;m funkier than a group of jamacians after sun splash
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the word maestro is teacher in italiano
i&#39;m from toronto, causing drama on the the verazono
so come and check a real pro
grab the peice of steal, yo
i make a black activist say
(yes, that&#39;s my neigro)
when i said the mic&#39;s my peice i really meant it
so just like the blue jays, i&#39;m out to win the pennant
so sucker chill, &#39;cause every head i struck i killed
oh, i don&#39;t know, is it just me, or am i really that fucking ill
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